Five

You bite your lip to muffle the embarrassing moan that tries to escape your mouth as Eric's cock pushes you over the edge into a second orgasm, which is little more than a dribble.

Though he obligingly slows his pace to let you recover from your climax, Eric shows no signs of being done anytime soon. He seems to have figured out the motions that get the best response out of you by now, and as much as as you hate to admit it, he's giving you about 1% discomfort and 99% pleasure at this point.

A few more minutes pass, and you realize by the constantly building pleasure that you're going to cum again soon...

You're more or less resigned to it now, and if you're being completely honest, even looking forward to it. An orgasm is an orgasm after all, and it's not often you get to have more than three in an hour. You do still want to preserve some scraps of your dignity however, so you do your best not to make any... compromising noises.

You're not entirely successful though, and it's not until you've been rocked by three more - mostly dry - orgasms that Eric's stamina finally runs out. He tenses and floods his condom with what you can tell by feel alone is an impressive load.

You tremble weakly on the desk as Eric pulls his cock free, feeling dazed. Surprisingly, rather than pull away immediately, Eric leans down closer and speaks almost into your ear.

"Say, you doing anything on Saturday? Want to see a movie?"

You feel momentarily baffled as to why he'd want to hang out on the weekend, then realize he's asking you on a date of all things. The realization only brings up more questions though...if he wants to bang you again, any weekday will do. The weekend is in fact the only time you can refuse...

Apparently seeing your confusion, Eric shows you a distressingly charming grin. "Dating pretty girls is fun. What it leads to afterwards is a bonus."

You feel like his proposition for you to dress up like a girl and accompany him on one of your few days off should make you angry, but you can't help but mostly just feel flattered and a little light-headed. Orgasming five times in a row must have turned your brain to mush.

There's still no way you're doing it though. "S-sorry, I'm not into other guys." After your refusal, which sounded too genuinely apologetic for your liking, Eric momentarily raises an eyebrow, but doesn't press the issue.

"Well, here's my number if you change your mind." Seemingly undaunted by the refusal, he puts a slip of paper in your hand and deposits his full condom on the desk before retreating.